I finally got my haircut by the best hair stylist this side of the Mason Dixon line but she had to go to a bridesmaids dress thing with our friend Lindsay, the bride (as if a wedding was more important than my hair. wtf), so instead of rushing the perfection that would eventually become the majestry on top of my head – we had some fun with it.
For several hours I walked around the mall and did a few other errands with this skeezy Joe Dirt floopy mullet thing goin on before I came back to have it finished, getting a cut more fitting of a gentleman of my stature…
The above picture is cute and silly, but look at the difference an expression change and glasses addition makes to the douche-factor…
Even without the glasses, I was experimenting on how douchie I could make it look…
The real money shot is the side view though… the horrific horrific side.view…
There were dozens of onlookers. some pointed, at least one even tried to take a picture with their phone as i walked by. eventually i had to start telling store clerks that “this is a joke, by the way” [pointing to my hair] cuz i just couldn’t take the silent judgment anymore.
Still more experimenting –
What a difference a comb makes:
In the first one I’m a creepy redneck rapist in the bayou but in the second i’m just your average Malibu preppy pretty boy rapist.
Interesting how you can deceive with hair swoops.
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